Be honest.”He seemed to be struggling for a response, so I let him off the hook, “You don’t have to answer that. I know full well what I looked ...ike, and what I look like now. It’s like I’m not the same person.”“I’ll say.” He said with amazement in his voice.“That’s why I’m having so much fun now being me. The ugly duckling may not have turned into a beautiful swan, but at least she turned into a cute little duck, albeit still a flat chested one.”“Vic, you’re not flat chested. I love your. A raving nymphomaniac married to Jabba the Hutt, I just could not envision her fucking him. It was too sad. As we chatted away, she stood by the sink, idly washing down the sink and counters. With the sun still just above the horizon, sun streamed through the window. It was making her pyjamas transparent, so I could follow the curves of her torso, down to her hips. Occasionally, if the sun was just right, I glimpsed side boob, and her nipples poking up. If she moved away from the counter, I. .. unfulfilled!Angela rejoined the conversation, her breathing a little shallow after her encounter. The topic was restaurants and Daniel, a strapping sporty 28 year old was mid-flow talking about a great Italian place he knew when he felt his flies being pulled down.Ever the cool guy, he carried on talking without a hiccup and he didn't miss a beat as a hand reached in and deftly pulled out his sizeable flaccid cock and balls in one swift movement.Daniel was being expertly wanked to erection. And I am going to be her, the lovely trophy wife of billionaire Max Stratford." She looked at her left hand and then at mine. I was wearing her diamond engagement ring. It looked to be close to a 4 Carat stone."Give me my ring back!", she screamed."Sorry, dear. This is just the beginning of the payback for what you did to me." I don't understand." Let me jog your memory a bit." It was our freshman year in high school. You talked me into going to the Halloween dance dressed in your costume. .